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the-californicationist · 3 months

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Please! I need the part 2 of “Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen.“ I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! 😭♥️

Anyways, I'm your new follower 😍, and some of the stories you write is just so damn good😍 (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)

im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.

Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?

The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.

Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.

You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.

"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.

"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."

His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.

Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,

"But that will not be bloody true for long."

As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.

"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"

There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.

Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.

He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.

The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.

"Fuck, you're warm..."

He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.

"Wet for me. So wet. How?"

Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.

"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."

When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.

"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."

You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?

"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."

He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.

"John..."

You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,

"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."

He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.

"You're gonna make me come, John."

Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,

"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."

Your body listened before you could even register his words.

From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...

"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.

Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.

"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."

"It's okay, John..."

"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."

"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.

You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,

"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."

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magerightsmagefights · 3 months

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I know people tend to forget Wyll a lot in this fandom (I wonder why. What Could Possibly Be Different. Can you spot the difference?/s) but I'm genuinely surprised at the lack of Durge x Wyll content. Especially if you're going Redeemed, there's that inherent flavor of "My lover cannot know the truth, I am horrible and they would hate me, they would be correct to hate me." And with Wyll it's just... so juicy, he's so pure and shining, and Durge is so filled with filth and misery that there's barely a person left underneath.

Idk, as a femme romance reader I've spent so many years reading the "love redeems" arc where a FMC plays beauty to an MMC beast, in every genre, medium, budget, etc. I'm not here to yuck anyone's yum, but beauty and the beast as a story structure has never done it for me.

until it's reversed, apparently, because Wyll as the beauty to Durge's beast needs to be injected directly into my veins like yesterday. All the other companions are good and sweet, don't get me wrong, but their reactions are coded like 'i accept you,' where Wyll to me comes off much more as 'we will heal you.' He doesn't have any funny little quips about you trying to bite him, no innuendos, no "I Will Put You Down" a la Laezel, he's just... so good, and he believes in your inherent goodness, he so easily sees "you" and "your urges" as wholly seperate entities he would step between if he could.

Speaking of which!! The coronation scene, when everyone finds out you're Bhaalspawn? I never see anyone talking about Wyll's reaction compared to other companions getting angry (even Dark Shadowheart will yell at you) because Wyll seems to be the ONLY PERSON who immediately separates you(the person he knows) from you(the person you used to be). Astarion isn't angry, he even appreciates your scheme freeing him from Cazador, but he also kinda falls into the whole "I will talk to you as if you are the exact same person who did these things, this is Your True Nature and I feel positive about it."

Wyll's reaction feels like the only one saying "You WERE that," instead of "You ARE that." It also feels like the only one that kinda-sorta acknowledges Durge's actual amnesia, because he doesn't treat this revelation like a betrayal the way the other "good" companions do. They be saying "The real evil was hiding within our ranks all along" like wym hiding? Durge didn't know either, how tf they supposed to tell you?

Wyll doesn't even blink. Once he knows what you are, his No.1 priority is reassuring YOU about it. The fact you're Bhaalspawn isn't a betrayal; it's a Horrible Burden and he's sorry you have to bear it, but there have been others like you who were good, who overcame, and your blood isn't who you are. His first instinct is to offer hope, to reassure you that there's a way out, he believes so hard that your urges are a defeatable enemy and he's ready to fight them with you.

(I also fall into the Durge And Gortash Fucked camp, and I cannot overstate the tastiness of Durge waltzing into the coronation of their ex, the Worst Man Alive, while bringing along their new boyfriend, the Best Man Alive)

Idk, I've just never engaged in a romance where I played the part of the Beast. As much as people rag on pure, princely archetypes, I don't actually see them that often. I genuinely don't remember the last time I read/saw a male lead behave like Wyll, but I've seen plenty of Astarions, Fenrises, Rhysands, etc. Romance loves a fixable MMC, but so rarely an MMC who wants to do the fixing.

Anyway. Justice for Wyll or whatever. I can only cross my fingers that future DLC will include more romance content, because we all deserve to have a Beauty for our Beast sometimes.

#bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate spoilers #the dark urge #bg3 durge #durge bg3 #wyll ravengard #wyll x durge #bg3 wyll #baldurs gate wyll #durgewyll

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ellabsbb · 7 months

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cocky loser stoner modern ellie hc’s

• such a job hopper. fast food, retail, random places like menards, the zoo

• her car is so shitty and it’s kinda stinky from the weed and maybe a bit dirty.. but she’d so clean it for you and put some air fresheners in the vents <3

• in the not so distant future she totally becomes one of those rich famous streamers and buys joel a house but shh that’s in the future so for now

• also her seat in her car is leaned back so far and so low there’s no possible way that’s comfortable right??

• sorry idk why i keep thinking about the car but also she has snacks in there always! but they’re like. opened, old, stale, half gone.. yeah

• a player, community strap if you will, but like come on can you blame her it’s not her fault she gets bitches (her words not mines)

• will smoke you out and take you to mcdonald’s what more could a girl ask for

• and she’ll pay even though she’s broke 90% of the time

• always texting joel memes he doesn’t understand in the slightest

• tells him about girls she’s been with just to embarrass him LOL

“joel you have to see this girl she had the most juicy-”

“alright that’s enough, i know i didn’t raise you to talk like that.”

• sometimes (most times) she’ll just wake up and throw on whatever she first puts her hands on. and doesn’t even care enough to pretend to be embarrassed when you see her in public in baggy pants with one leg rolled up, the most wrinkled shirt ever, and socks that aren’t even the same length

• refuses to wear any other shoes than her beat up busted up converse. they have several holes. you can see her socks. the shoelaces are torn. come on

• says stuff like she’ll buy you the most expensive gifts when she “makes it”

• you have to force her to put chapstick on and she’s so one of those people that only uses the original one with no fun flavors

• basketball shorts or boxers to sleep kind of girl

• always so warm omg (i am putting my cold feet on her idc)

• in conclusion i need her 🫡

#it’s been a while…#sorry <3 #feel free to give me attention now #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #tlou ellie #tlou ellie williams #ellie williams x you #ೀbunsdreams

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jacensolodjo · 2 months

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I love certain people but if at any point the thought process is 'besides the invasion of Ukraine, russia is actually okay because it stands up to the USA/West etc.,', I'm gonna have to wonder where the FUCK y'all have been the past fucking 100+ years aka YOUR ENTIRE LIFE russia has been not okay.

I want y'all to think long and hard every time, EVERY TIME, russia is in opposition to something the USA/west does. (always be suspicious why they are against it. believe it or not a country isn't always against something because it is morally/ethically right to be against it. they are against it because they don't like the other country. Surprise! while you may shrug and say 'same difference' haha read on) and then WATCH WHAT THEY DO. you WATCH. they will do THE THING THEY JUST CHIDED THE WEST ON DOING. Maybe a month later, maybe two months. Who knows. BUT THEY WILL DO IT!! IT IS THEIR THING!!! Or even better, IN THEIR HISTORY they have done the exact fucking thing they just chided the west on doing. And no I'm not even gonna say 'oh a hundred years ago they did this thing'. But they did this thing they are chiding the west on within living memory. or are ACTUALLY ACTIVELY DOING IT!!! While saying to the world 'ohhhh bad evil West, you no good West, how AWFUL!!!' They will shake their finger about war crimes and GUESS WHAT THEY ARE DOING RIGHT NOW??? They don't get to sit there and say SHIT while they do the same thing they're saying is bad. Any other country pulls that, they get hung out to dry. russia does it? Why is it okay?

It's called fucking whataboutism and it is still alive and well in russia. It was invented there and you are FALLING FOR IT EVERY FUCKING DAY. Because why? Russia is not your friend. Russia is killing the people you say you care about. Russia is killing people. EVERY DAY. Just because one day it also says it is against the shit you are does not mean you start going "yay russia! you tell 'em russia!"

Russia knows what you dislike about your own damn country, about the West, and it mocks you for agreeing with it for going 'bad West'. You earn points with absolutely no one. You merely look silly when, inevitably, russia does the bad things it does later after you have praised it for saying the same things you do. When it was advantageous for it to go 'bad West'. Or when it does something politically that you say is awful when the West does it. Because, again, it is STILL bad no matter what country does it.

After it has murdered Ukrainians. Chechens. Georgians. Siberians. Jews. Muslims. Gay people. Trans people. Black People. Asian people. The people you claim to give a fuck about. The people it has been murdering for decades. For centuries.

You want to sit there and go 'yay russia' because it happened to go 'naughty West'? Imperialism is Imperialism is Imperialism. Just cause it's a different flavor of it doesn't mean a goddamn fucking thing. It does the same bad shit you hate the West for doing. Russia just wears an ushanka while doing it.

I grew up with 'russia bad'. Idk when things stopped with 'russia bad'. But can we go back to 'russia bad'? Being anti-USA/West does not make some entity good. Take that fucking thought out of your head. russia bad. say it with me. russia. bad.

#russia is a terrorist state #altho when i say 'certain ppl' i mean in my life in meatspace lol

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lookismfanfics · 4 months

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Hello my love may i req a gun x reader fluff where we go out on a ice cream break with him

Of course luv!

𝐈𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Gun x Reader

Genres: Fluff, slice of life

🝮 Gun genuinely believes his hair will one day fall out. He’s seen it happen to the most attractive of men. They go bald.

🝮 It’s mainly due to the physical and mental strain he goes through.

🝮 If it weren’t for you… he’d probably have a receding hairline already.

🝮 You clasp his hand tightly and lean against his sturdy frame. Even the warm weather can’t keep you two apart. He blames you for being clingy, when in reality his grip on you tightens the moment you start to drift away.

🝮 It’s not too hot. Not too cold. He still gets away with wearing one of his suave coats.

🝮 You manage to wear your usual attire, too. Gun likes your sense of style, although he’s begrudging to admit it and boost your ego. (Even if you don’t have one.)

🝮 “You seem so tense,” you chide, releasing his hand to feel at the solid muscles in his back. His form is rigid and upright. Just as you suspected.

🝮 “That’s why I agreed to do this,” Gun deadpans. His sunglasses catch the light as he looks over at you. You’re unable to return the eye contact 👀

🝮 “Aw, okay. So not because I’ve been telling you about this ice cream store for weeks?”

🝮 “No.”

🝮 Seeing you happy melts his stress away.

🝮 You stroll into the shop and wait in line. Even if the wait time is short, Gun steals impatient glances at those ahead. He massages your shoulders absently.

🝮 You? Pay? Not a chance. His credit card is already fitted into the slot before you can even open your wallet.

🝮 “He’ll have the same as me,” You say. You already know his order. You share the same taste.

🝮 Gun doesn’t smile very often. He does when he hears that. It’s more a smirk than anything. Just a fleeting cocky expression that leaves as quickly as it comes.

🝮 Whether you sit outside in the warm sun, or coop yourself inside and huddle in a booth, it doesn’t matter.

🝮 Gun will offer to feed you icecream with a straight face. Take off his glasses, hold eye contact with his white pupils, and stare at you as you lick the flavor off the spoon.

🝮 He’ll try not to smile. You’ll catch him doing it anyways.

🝮 He barely touches his until you’re almost done, to make sure you don’t want some of his if you’re still hungry. Eventually he’ll start spoon feeding himself. His head ducks towards the table and he eats it in an almost elegant fashion.

🝮 You stroke his hair until you manage to loosen the gel. It slacks onto his forehead and flops around with almost every move.

🝮 You move to wipe your mouth with a napkin. He’ll wipe it off for you. You can’t reach the flavor that sits on the side of your cheek. He’ll lick it off for you.

🝮 As you leave he fits his fingers into yours and pulls you against his side.

🝮 “Thanks for paying Gun.”

🝮 “No need to thank me.”

🝮 You catch another smirk spreading across his face. You click his sunglasses and laugh. When you feel for the tension in his back, you realize it’s disappeared.

🝮 (On the walk home Gun asks you about balding and if you think it’s attractive?)

🝮 (You ask him if he thinks having a big dumptruck is a problem. He tells you you’re f-ed in the head.)

🝮 Idk what’s wrong with him 💁‍♀️

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swallowedbymadness · 9 months

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｡･ﾟﾟ･midnight snack･ﾟﾟ･｡

Pairing: boyfriend!hongjoong x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: cute smut? Idk if that’s a thing but I’m making it one.

Summary: you quickly find out that Hongjoong’s late night snack cravings don’t just consist of fries and milkshakes.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Greetings friends! I’m back with another Joong Drabble. I promise I’ll be writing the other members soon, I just had this in my head the entire way home yesterday and had to get it out. Being joong’s copilot. The dream. Lol anyways, this is NSFW 18+ content, so minors DNI please. Enjoy! 🍟

Warnings: foreplay, teasing, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, cream pie.

Proofread: Yes but if I missed something, just pretend you didn’t see it.

“Can I have another one please?” Your boyfriend asks with his mouth wide open expectantly, eyes never leaving the road. You reach into the brown bag and grab a couple fries to pop into his mouth. A smile appears on his face as he chews the salty snack, the late night breeze blowing through the sunroof of the car you’re both inhabiting currently. “Thank you, baby.” He glances over at you quickly and his face twists into a disgusted frown. “You heathen!” He accuses, shaking his head as his eyes drift back to the road.

“What?!” You question through a mouthful of warm fries. You took another fry and dipped it into the vanilla shake in your hand, oblivious to his gawking now that he’s witnessed the action from his peripherals.

“You dip your fries in your milkshake?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s…that’s just wrong. I’m sorry.” True disapproval was laced into his words, and you could tell that fact kind of disturbed him, which amused you to no end.

“What’s so wrong about wanting the sweet and the salty flavors at the same time?” Hongjoong dramatically groaned at your response, as if it was an obvious answer.

“The fry must be crispy when you eat it. The milkshake clearly makes it soggy, hence you being a heathen for committing such a crime as this.” You roll your eyes at him, the dramatics of his answer oddly making you more fond of him. You two were known to banter back and forth. It’s what kept your relationship fresh after all this time. He opens his mouth again, this time not saying anything and waits for you to notice.

“Hongjoong. I don’t soak the damn fry, I just dip it like a sauce. I don’t understand this hostility from you right now.” You joke, a chuckle coming from him when he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. You let out a small laugh when you see his mouth hanging open still. “You better be careful. You’re gonna catch flies.” He scoffs, and you don’t let the lingering disgust on his face escape your sight, making you laugh internally. You grab the dregs at the bottom of the bag and hold them up to his mouth. “That’s the last of them.” He visibly pouts at your statement, but looks down at your fingers for a moment before he wraps his lips around the tips of your fingers playfully to take the fries from you. He drags his mouth away slowly and you couldn’t help the familiar tingle that begins to bloom in your stomach. You feel his tongue run along the pads of your fingers as he licks the salt off and you don’t want to admit how much that turned you on. “Joong!” A breathy laugh is all that comes out of you, and you’re truly thankful it wasn’t anything else.

“I’m still hungry,” he whines, his bottom lip protruding out dramatically. “They taste so good.” You huff at that, folding the top of the bag in half and throwing it behind your seat to throw away once you arrive back home for the night. Hongjoong was always hungry this late in the evening after leaving the studio, so this was not out of the ordinary for him to shoot you a text in the early hours of the morning telling you to throw shoes on and meet him down at the car. So here you are, a little after midnight with the smell of fries lingering in the air around you and half eaten milkshakes in the cupholder while enjoying the late night drive and each other’s company.

“Yes, clearly. You ate the majority of them.” You teased. There was a beat of silence followed by a mischievous grin that began to form across his features.

“I didn’t mean the fries,” he replied simply, his tone a bit lower than usual. You choked on the bit of milkshake you were about to swallow before hearing that.

“Oh-” was all you could muster, a cough sounding from your lungs as you got a hold of yourself. The grip on your thigh was getting slightly tighter as he rubbed soft circles into the squishy flesh.

“Can I taste them again?” It came out no more than a whisper, but you felt the blush creep all the way from your cheeks up to your ears. You looked over at him and his mouth was open again. Without another word, you pressed the tips of your fingers to his bottom lip and he leaned forward to take both fingers into his mouth fully, closing his lips tightly around your digits. He sucked on them, his tongue moving around and all in between your fingers as he bobbed his head lightly back and forth, taking your fingers in expertly. You couldn’t help the sigh that fell from your lips, your eyes fixated on the way he sucked. You both knew the salt was long gone, and this was just for pure pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and you did too, especially when you felt his hand travel up your thigh, fingers feather light against your skin as he pressed two of them against your clothed core. He groaned against your fingers as he took in the dampness of your panties, drawing circles around your clit. He knew this would draw a moan out of your pretty pink lips, his name falling from your tongue. “Does this turn you on? Me taking your fingers like this?” You took your bottom lip between your teeth, your head nodding. “You’re so wet for me already, and I haven’t even done much.” One of his fingers found the hem of your panties and slid it to the side as he let the rest of his fingers dance against your heated skin, your pussy throbbing, aching to be abused directly without any lace in the way. He begins to tease you, his fingers ghosting over your clit, barely touching it and sending you into a frustrated fit.

“Joong, please,” you beg, but he’s focused on driving still, one hand still on the wheel, eyes never leaving the road ahead as the lights from the passing street lamps cast small bursts of light and shadows onto you both. He releases your fingers with a loud pop, his tongue swiping along his lips and continues to tease your heat. You’re impatient, and you know exactly what game he’s playing. Without much thought, you reach over to fumble with the button on his jeans and slide the zipper down to reveal the obvious bulge, a small wet spot on his briefs where the precum has begun to soak into the dark fabric. You press your palm against him, feeling his half hard member begin to grow underneath your touch. He wouldn’t let the groan escape from parted lips, but you could still hear the rumble from his chest, his eyes seeming to be blown out now. You stick your fingers through the slit in the front and let your fingers lightly rub along his member, the noise he tried to keep inside now coming out of him as your slender fingers played with him just as he had you. You slid the briefs down and let his cock spring out, it swollen and an angry red from the sudden amount of blood flow. You let your hand slide over his erect member, feeling the way it pulsates in your hand and sticky from the precum that’s leaked from the pretty pink tip. Your mouth is salivating, and you can’t form a coherent thought other than having his dick in your mouth. So you do just that. You laid your chest against the center console and lowered your mouth onto him, your core now absolutely throbbing with arousal.

“Fuck, baby.” He hissed through gritted teeth, your tongue lapping around the tip of his cock, licking the salty precum off, a strand connecting from his tip to your mouth as you pulled away. You smear it all over his shaft as you slide your hand up and down while gently squeezing when your hand gets back to the tip, eliciting a moan from Hongjoong. You watch as his eyes cloud over with a haze of arousal, his lids getting slightly droopy, both hands gripping the wheel now for dear life as he tries to focus on the white lines he needs to stay in. His mouth goes slack, head lolling back against the headrest as he tries his hardest not to buck his hips forward to set a faster pace. The way your heart is hammering in your chest as you keep pumping his member, wishing it was your throbbing pussy instead that was taking his dick. “Baby, I need you so bad right now.”

“B-but, we’re still driving-” you stop your ministrations and look at him bewildered, but also feeling like you might lose your mind if he’s not rearranging your guts in the next thirty seconds.

“Fuck it,” before you know it, the car is suddenly on the side of the road, hazards on and stopped abrubptly. “Get over here,” he leans the seat back so he’s reclined completely and you immediately scramble onto his lap, walls vibrating at the thought of being filled up by him. You push your panties down to your ankles and he tugs them off, gripping your hips and guides you to hover over him, the heat from his swollen tip teasing your entrance. “Sit down, baby.” He coos, eyes hooded and void of anything but lust for you. You slowly sink down onto him, the stretch sending a small gasp to leave your lips. You both sit there as you take a minute to adjust to him, your breathing slow and heavy.

“Oh,” you sigh out, the feeling of being so full sends a wave of arousal through you, and he can feel it too because he runs his fingers lightly up your back and under your tshirt, feeling every love handle and roll between his fingers before massaging the sensitive mounds of flesh that await him. He knows what his fingers alone can do to you, and he’s proud of that fact. He takes one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, giving it a light squeeze at first, but when you bite your lip and start moving on top of him, he tightens the grip on it and tugs a bit to draw out the moans that have been threatening to spill from you.

“Just like that, baby. Just. Like. That.” He groans between you rocking your hips into his, feeling the way his cock is filling you up to the brim and rubbing deliciously against your most sensitive spots. “Always so good for me,” he reaches over and takes a long sip of the chocolate milkshake from the cupholder, pulling your shirt up and takes the other nipple that he hasn’t abused yet into his mouth, his tongue lapping over the sensitive bud and he can feel his lap getting wet with your arousal dripping from you. The cold of the ice cream makes your eyes roll as the sudden temperature change sends shocks through you.

“Fuck, Joong,” you manage to get out in between the short breaths and pleasure spiking through your veins. “I-oh,” you finally feel him thrust up into you and you allow your body to go slack in his embrace. He swallows the remainder of the milkshake he had in his mouth and pulls you to his chest, slamming into you at a relentless pace, your face burying into the crook of his neck. His name along with other profanities are drawn from your lips as your brain short circuits with the waves of endless pleasure coursing through you as he rams his cock straight into the spot you’ve been waiting for him to find.

“I want you to make a mess of these new leather seats. I want to be covered in you.” He breathes out, sweat glistening on his body. “Look at me,” He pulls you back up gently and presses your forehead to his, your eyes now focused on each other. “I want to watch you come undone for me.” His words send a shiver down your spine and you open your mouth to let another moan escape but his finger is on your lips to shush you. “I want to look into those pretty eyes as you cum on me.” He whispered, hot breath on your face laced with love and adoration. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers gripping the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck and lazily bounce on top of him.

“I’m- oh, Joong, fuck, I’m cumming!” His words were the breaking point for you, whines leaving you as you felt the buildup in your core explode, coating his dick in your slick as you rode your orgasm out. Hongjoong was not far behind, the raunchy squelching sounds of your ass slapping against his now slick covered thighs had him tipping over the edge.

“Baby, yes, oh my-” His thrusts became sloppy as he let his own orgasm course through him. He pulled you back down against his heaving chest, your sweaty bodies moving up and down in sync as you tried to catch your breath. You combed your fingers through his damp hair, his fingers tracing small patterns into your back lightly as you sat there with him still tucked into the confines of your walls, not entirely ready to feel the emptiness that followed.

“We’re such a mess,” an airy laugh comes out of you as you lift yourself up to look between the two of you, your hands splaying out across his bare chest. You’re trying to remember at what point he took his shirt off, but you can’t seem to recall when exactly that happened.

“Just how I like it,” he brought your face down to his, placing delicate kisses onto the corners of your lips before slotting your lips together. “You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too.” You flash a toothy grin at him, trying your best to get your wobbly legs back over the center console so you can get back into your seat. He starts to wipe his thighs off with a few of the little takeout napkins from the brown bag behind the seat. “Hey babe,” he calls, and following that you hear a small chuckle leave him. “I think we have a problem.”

“What is it?” You look over to see him shaking his head a bit and a knowing look present on his face. Your eyes dropped to where his currently were, and felt a light blush spread across your cheeks when you realized what he was laughing about.

“I think we’re gonna need more napkins…”

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parkersbliss · 2 years

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I'm so embarrassed but here it is! 😭 so there's y/n who is addicted to coffee flavored candies but doesn't like drinking coffee. which five finds very confusing. She's always offering five candy but ofc, five answers grumpily like "it's not the same thing as coffee"— and suddenly goes to a part where they kiss (idk how it leads to this omg) and five is absolutely ENAMORED with her lips bcs of all the coffee candy she eats..

is this too much explaining or what.. ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THIS I LOVE U LOTS <3

this… this is THE request. thank you for this 🙇‍♀️

Sweet Flavor | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc; 637

warnings: might make you blush lololol

synopsis: five refuses to try your favorite candy, so you make him

a/n: feeding yall today 🙄 you’re welcome! half way through s3 💪 also aged up five ofc!

requests: CLOSED

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Five sighs, leaning on the table as you take a seat next to him.

“Really embracing the old man, huh?” You said, referring to his unusual outfit. Instead of the academy uniform, he’d opted for a vest, flannel, and fedora combination. You honestly wondered where he found it.

Five hums. “Yes, I am. It’s called retirement.”

You just laugh at him, unwrapping one of your Werther's caramel coffee candies. Five wrinkles his nose in disgust as you hand one towards him. “Want one?”

“I’d rather save the world again. Naked,” He sassily replied.

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you,” You tease, popping the candy into your mouth and sighing at this sweet-bitter flavor.

“Why don’t you just drink regular coffee?” He asked. “Like a sane person?”

“Because coffee is nasty,” You said, sticking your tongue out at him and displaying the small candy. “These are better.”

“They’re not even close to the same thing,” He grumbled.

You raise a brow at him. “And how would you know? You’ve never had one.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he dismisses, getting up and inspecting the hotel buffet. You follow after him, popping another candy in your mouth.

“So, what are you thinking of doing since you’re retired?”

Five grabs a cup and fills it with coffee. “I don’t know. Traveling? Isn’t that what people do nowadays?”

You scoff, “Yeah, people who don’t look barely eighteen.”

He swats at you, returning to your seats. “I’ll drive.”

He pours some syrup over his pancakes, and you pout. “If you like that much syrup, you’d love the candies just as much.”

“Coffee is supposed to taste bitter, not filled with artificial flavoring.”

“You don’t know till you try.”

“I do know, and I’m telling you now, that is shit,” He points at your mouth with his knife.

You frown, suckling on the candy and its sweet flavor. You were lucky to have found them back in 1963, and now you just kept a handful in your pocket at all times.

“You didn’t like me at first, and now…”

“That’s completely different,” He defends.

You laugh. “Really? Cause you’re a bitter old man, and I’m the sweetest person ever.”

“You are far from the sweetest person ever.”

“That’s not the point, Five,” You huff.

He smiles at you. “Isn’t it, darling?”

“Just try one,” You urged, tossing the wrapped candy at his face. “Please.”

"Try a cup of coffee, and I’ll consider it.”

“I have tried a cup of coffee.”

“When?”

You roll your eyes. “Prior to when we met.”

“Then, I tried your coffee-flavored candy… prior to when we met.”

You glare at Five, and he just smirks, taking a bite of his pancakes.

“Please,” You beg.

“No.”

“But—”

“No.”

“They’re—”

“No.”

“Five.”

“No.”

You click your tongue, still rolling the candy in your mouth when a thought occurs to you. Five notices the mischievous look on your face, and his eyebrows furrow together.

“(Y/N)—”

He’s cut off when you grab the back of his neck and smash your lips together. His hands fly to cup your cheeks as the taste of the candy invades his mouth. And holy shit, he loves it. His lips press harder against yours, almost making you fall off the seat as he chases the flavor.

And then, before you know it, he slips his tongue in and relishes the sweet flavor. His tongue explores every inch of your mouth, trying to seek the sugary treat he so desires. You let out a quiet whine, brain fuzzy at the action. Five groans as you tug on his hair, tongue invading your mouth, and then he pulls back.

You’re stunned, blinking as your lips smack together. And then you notice something missing and gasp.

Five grins, sticking his tongue to display your coffee-flavored caramel proudly on his tongue.

“You little—”

— END —

🏷 five taglist: @clearbasementvoid @halfumbrella @esmedith

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boydepartment · 7 months

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idk what you can turn this into but jay asking for lip balm so you apply some on your lips and start making out with him

cherry- park jongseong oneshot

a/n: sorry this took a bit :( i was working on my spooktober and homework. also i hope this oneshot is okay. i’m not very good at like makeout scenes tbh :/ so i hope it’s okay :(

MASTERLIST

warnings- obv making out, probably cursing he’s americain - lowercase intended

wc- 150-250

yours and jay’s relationship was always sort of blurry. the perfect trope to describe you both was “not dating but DEFINITELY not just friends.”

it hadn’t even crossed the lines of friends with benefits either. it was a weird grey area where you both have shared kisses that you remembered and some that were hard to recall, and if someone talked to you to him the other would get inevitably jealous.

it was a weird blurry line that made your own vision hazy when you thought about it too much. being around your friend was intoxicating to you. god forbid he wore his glasses around you, or wore that cologne that smelled a little too good.

you sat at the kitchen table of his home, he had a break and was housesitting for his parents. you decided to join him due to not getting out of the house recently, too busy with school, and your only close friend being busy preparing for tour.

you chewed on your pencil as you read over the notes for your class, it was complicated and it stressed you out. you started writing again and your chewing was drawn to your lip. you always had this horrible habit, jay would always tell you to knock it off but he’d never tell you why. you’d just assumed that it was because it was bad for you, that it’d bust your lip open eventually.

noticing how chapped they were, you dug through your bag in search for some lip balm. you found your favorite and applied it(like a normal person.) you’ve had this same flavor for years, cherry. classic.

at the very same moment your friend walked in, he had just got back from a phone call and he leaned over the table to see what you were working on. jay didn’t have personal space when it came to you. his hoodie strings waving back and forth near you.

“molecular biology?”

you hummed and finished putting on your lip balm. jay must’ve smelled the cherry on your lips and looked down at you. taking off his glasses and setting them down on the table near your laptop.

“where do you get that chapstick anyways? they don’t sell out ever?” his tone almost came off as annoyed.

you kept writing and answered, “i don’t remember maybe like the convenience store down the street. i’ve had it forever. chapstick lasts me a long time.”

jay knew you’ve had it forever, everytime you put on that damn chapstick, he couldn’t help the thoughts that would run through his head. the smell enough drove him crazy. jay sat down next to you, fairly close and moved hair out of your face.

“can i have some then?”

your eyes were drawn away from your work and they met with his. his gaze was intense, especially when his eyes kept flickering from your eyes to your lips.

adorned in that fucking chapstick.

his hand was still softly caressing your face, you grabbed the collar of his hoodie and finally kissed him. the taste of your chapstick was a drug to jay, and you weren’t about to cut him off. you’d happily enable him.

his hands trailed down to your waist to the leg of the chair. using the chair he pulled you closer to him effortlessly. how that was even possible- you didn’t know.

when you pulled away for air, jay pulled you back in to kiss him again, his hands traveling up from your knees to your waist. his hands shaking, they only shook when he was physically trying to hold himself back.

your breath hitched when you felt his lips hit your neck. softly he let his teeth nip you. jay was this close to snapping. especially when he got flashes of every time someone got a little too close to you for his liking. it drove him insane, mad, animalistic in a sense. he let himself lose control as he sucked love bites onto your skin. your chest heaved and he ripped you from your chair to sit on his lap.

“jay-“

“what.” it came off as a whisper, his hands tightening on you. the tone of voice he used didn’t even make it a question. his head immediately went back to your neck to mark you up more. you were his, even if this relationship status was a grey area. you belonged to him.

“you’re driving me crazy.”

you felt his smirk against your skin, “you drive me crazy everyday.”

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ganondoodle · 6 months

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still thinking about how even just the decision to basically act like the shiekah tech never existed is just ... so baffling to me

bc again you could have done all the sonau tech does with shiekah instead, and they were perfect to be explored more in a sequel, why wouldnt you grasp that potential, the literal building blocks for more??

if you are that tired of shiekah tech .. dont make it a fuckign sequel to the game prominently featuring it???? totk doesnt take place generations after botw in which things could have changed drastically, its just a few years afterwards??

you want to reuse the map and get rid of shiekah tech? ok fine take LINK into the past then and the focus is for you to find a way to return; do some neat twist where its revealed that link was the one who sealed gan bc he couldnt defeat him without zelda or something if you dare (they wouldnt)

want less work than that and still reuse the map and get rid of shiekah tech AND reuse characters? ok then make it some alternate universe thingy like majoras mask in which everythign is the same but also isnt, its weird and creepy how characters you thoguht you knew suddendly dont act like themselves, shiekah tech doesnt exist, malice is now miasma, etc, it would give reason to why you feel so much like something about this world is familiar yet also very wrong

as far as im aware every "sequel" we have had so far were either generations apart from the first one, some alternate universe or a different location altogether- in all of which its plausible that things are different, things seem weirdly familiar but also wrong, or that another continent just works different from hyrule

but totk does none of that, its supposedly just a few years after the first game, same world same character, but its BUILT like some strange jumbled mess of stuff from botw and new stuff out of nowhere that just .. doesnt fit, but feeling a strange sense of otherness, a déja vu of something you know but it acts off, like an imposter, thats NOT intentional and it shows, its a mess of botw stuff, from stuff that people missed from the old games and entirely new stuff; i dont doubt it CAN work but the way it turned out is like a mix of 3 different puzzles forced together and being told 'see it fits!' even tho you can clearly see the pieces dont look right in these places

again it feels like a sequel that desperately wants you to forget the first game happened, that anythign from it mattered at all

and that isnt really ... the sense of a sequel? why insist on it being one when it only creates problems? is it marketing?? just like it was marketing to call age of calamity a telling of what happened before botw but then it wasnt that at all and that is still the sole reason why i dislike it? bc i was lied to? totk is like 10000 times worse than that, its a main title and doesnt even have the excuse of yeah its basically an excuse to play all your fav characters in fun ways and the game beign well aware that being its main appeal; what is totk appeal? a toybox with botw aestethic and none of the flavor?

(on a sidenote; the sonau tech doesnt even .. matter? in botw at least calamity ganon was made of shiekah tech parts and him overtaking other tech is a big point, the sonau tech doesnt serve anything but .. idk minerus useless mech? gan doesnt even aknowledge it, he doesnt care, all it is is toys for the player, not link, but the player. the monsters mining the tech materials? what for? gan doesnt give a damn and they dont work for the yiga either??)

i said it before but it gives me the feeling that the way botw invited you to theorize, to look beneath the surface, the way it intrigued you and laid the groundwork for so many interesting things without denying anything.. was accidental? or perhaps put in the game without the directors noticing? i cant stop thinking about them saying sth like "after botw zelda wondered if the kingdom of hyrule needed to keep existing the way it had been before the calamity, but then totk happens" bc it just feels like they realized too late that botw naturally led into questioning the status quo and they scrambled to fit it back into a flat and boring road we have seen so many times before (or even worse really) with totk

zeldas character naturally leads into her questioning and reexamine their history and set of rules? we gotta teach her a lesson of why she is importante god given monarchy girl that has to keep it bc what if evil brown man shows up again for no reason

maybe im grasping at straws here but looking at it this way the sonau .. make more "sense"; the shiekah were a group that was under the rule of the royal family, and misstreated before (oh no look soemthing interesting) so they dont lend themselves well to be used for teaching zelda that lesson- the sonau however are tailored really to be just that; they are a supposedly godly race from the literal sky that founded this version of hyrule, that had tech even more advanced and better than the shiekah, she gets put in the past to meet the perfect god king of goodness personally, also his very fridgy wifey that zelda later replaces in a way, shes put there and treated like family and then gets to see just how evil that evil big man from the desert is, sonia is falcon-punched to death solely so zelda can feel obligated to take over her role, have her new, better 'family' hurt by gan; similarly so raurus sacrifice, look what a noble and good king he is, he payed the ultimate price to lock that evil man away, now zelda you cannot let their sacrifice go to waste, rebuild that divinely good kingdom like it was!!

and even though they go so much out of their way to put the cart back onto the rails of black and white-good and evil in an even flatter way than the old games, it still doesnt feel right, at least to me, it still feels like zelda shouldnt have gone along with all of that, it feels like even her character from botw was walked back entirely, except for the intro, it made her feel like a stranger to me-

because this is a sequel, i know this zelda, she wouldnt act like that after all that shes been through, this feels ... off

and it all just insulting to anyone who cared about botw more than surface level, or the zelda lore in general, i dont even care much about the timeline, but theres alot of lore and themes beyond it that felt ignored, especially so given that .. its a damn sequel, non AU, not generations apart, directly part 2-

but its not.

it even feels very "corporate", put zelda in a dress again, people liked that, put crazy abilities in the game to flashbang people with how insane it is even if its not the best for the gameplay or the story, put a new asthetic into it out of nowhere bc its 'new' and act like its been there the whole time, put gan in there bc people miss him and find him sexy even if his role is just as flat as that of an evil cloud monster-

*sigh*

you know, i saw a post that said aoc was like a bad fanfic (affectionate) and totk was like a bad fanfic (derogatory) and tbh thats like one of the best comparisons/summaries i have seen ..

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flwrkisses · 5 months

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boyfriend! sunoo.

idk if you guys know this but i love sunoo with my whole heart so writing this made me so so sooo happy :)

request: sunoo bf canons? 💐 - @smouches !!

genre: fluff. established relationship. headcannon.

warnings: mentions of arguments, skinship and kissing.

❀˖° heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo jungwon ni-ki ..

- sunoo is the definition of friends to lovers. he's so just so out going and he loves to talk to people that, he would automatically become your friend first. even if thst wasn't his original intention.

- he spends so much time with you, accompanying you everywhere. and frankly just loves the fact that you trust him in the way you do. so when he randomly confesses his feelings over coffee. you have no idea how to react.

- at first he was confident but your hesitation to respond made him a bit nervous. he would hate to lose a friend over something like this. however, when you confessed back he couldn't help but smile.

- something he always does, is bring you snacks or sweet treats. he always picks something up before seeing you incase you havent eaten or have a craving.

- he's just so unbelievably caring. he'd always put your comfort over his. and makes an effort to write down things like your favorite foods, colors, flavors, scents. in order to get you things or make sure you're comfortable at all times.

- one thing he loves to do is spoil you, if you go shopping with him he wouldn't let you touch your wallet even once. everything is on him.

- while on the topic of shopping dates, sunoo loves shopping with you because you can both give eachother honest opinions on items. he trusts your judgement 100% just like you trust his.

- even if he says couple items are a little cheesy, he would go out and happily buy matching couple outfits or try to cordinate his outfit with yours before going on dates.

- you guys would 100% have matching earbud cases. and it would be the cutest thing. he might even convince you to get matching phone cases too.

- his love language is sharing his food. he also expects you to share as well. it's a two way street in his eyes. to the point where he probably wouldn't even ask before taking a bite. he argues that you guys are partners and partners share everything.

- sometimes you both go out on snack dates where you go to the local convience store and pick out snacks you've never heard of before and try them together. it always makes him laugh when you make a funny face and he knows the snack isnt good.

- you must praise him. he loves hearing pretty things about himself it makes him feel so loved. bonus points if each compliment is said between kisses. he might get a little shy inbetween but seeing him blush is so worth it.

- he lets you squish his cheeks, something only reserved for you. especially if you're gonna call him cute while doing it. he lives for it.

- sunoo loves nights where you both just stay in and play a cheesy movie in the background just to gossip over each other's friends. he listens to all your tea and even gives his own opinions on it. even if he's never met the people you're talking about he's interested in the story you're telling and their situation.

- sometimes he begs you to let him do your make up, he watched a couple tiktoks and swears he knows what he's doing.

- the same goes for cutting your hair, sunoo actually really likes styling and cutting hair so if you let him he'd cut your bangs for you after they've grown out a bit too much. its one of the ways he shows he loves you, he's not bad at it at all.

- he also takes the best pictures of you, his camera roll is full of cute pictures of you they almost out number his own selfies.

- you share clothes with eachother. just like before he claims "partners share everything." so one day you could be wearing his sweater and another day he's wearing one of your oversized shirts. might as well just share a closet at that point.

- when ever you're upset or not doing well, he makes it his mission to make you feel better. no matter what. bringing you snacks, making cute faces, sending you heartfelt messages, just simply loving you so much he knows you wouldn't be able to resist a smile.

- he gets so cutely clingy and is not ashamed to tell you when he just wants to lay and cuddle with you all day.

- the words "i love you." would slip out of his mouth so easily. he would probably be the first one to say it, however it would somewhat bother him if you didn't say it back.

- he's not exactly extemely jealous or possessive but, he knows how to set proper boundaries. he's okay with most things however, would prefer you have a conversation with him first to see how you both feel about what ever situation you might get into with someone else like a friend or stranger.

- expect sunoo to say things like "would you still love me if i was a worm?" and he would be dramatic if you said no.

- your phone is never safe. sometimes he grabs your phone and downloads the same game he has on your phone just so he can help himself out with your account. because of this he teaches you how to play his mobile games and you guys end up playing together all the time.

- as expected mint choco dates. he says he wants someone who likes mint choco but he also lowkey realized that if you don't like mint choco it means he doesnt have to share his ice cream. so it works either way.

- if anyone were to ask him what the best part of his days are. it's being able to unwind with you at the end of the day. when you both are doing your skin care in the bathroom and wearing cute head bands. just overall relaxing and getting ready for bed. he loves it.

- he would probably beg for you to let him do your skincare sometimes. sunoo would also be so excited to show you the new skin care he bought and wants you to try it right away.

- you'll unforunately be the victim of the sassy man apocalypse. this man is saaaaasssy and he would expect to get his way in the end 100% no matter what.

- fights are rare considering sunoo would prefer to be with someone similar to him. he talks a lot and enjoys having conversations so if theres any disagreements or misunderstandings he would simply talk it out with you.

- he also enjoys laying in bed and talking all night with you. one time you guys talked for a really long time about so many different things. that the sun came up and surprised you both.

- expect texts from him all the time! he loves texting and probably connects with you the most through text. he asks you how your day is, what you're up to. he also sends you lots of selfies.

- while on tour he whines about missing you a lot especially when something doesnt go his way or he's being beyond pouty. it gets to the point where the others call you and tell you that your boyfriend's pouting again.

- surpisingly, you are the only person aloud to play with uis hair. he only lets you put pig tails in it or add clips or even losely braid his short hair. he loves the feeling of your hands in his hair.

- if you're someone who is shyer or just more quiet. he would speak for you in public because he knows you don't like it. like when you're ordering food or asking for something st a store. he does it for you to make sure you're comfortable.

- because of his pre existing lung problems he does fall ill very often and you're always there to help him. he feels like a burden and most times apologizes to you for it however, you always comfort him and tell him not to speak of himself that way. you're a partnership meaning you're there for eachother regardless. and he lives by that.

- you get this warm feeling when ever he's around. even if he's not physically next to you, hearing him in the kitchen singing a random song or hearing his laugh from the living room makes the space so warm.

- both of you value laughing and not being too serious in your relationship. so the vibes are always perfect even if theres slight teasing.

- sunoo would assign you an animal so everytime he sees that animal, or a plush/toy of that animal he thinks of you. it's created a bit of a problem because now he has a collection of that animal in the corner of his room and no one would understand why except for you.

- communication between you guys is so effortlessly well. you both understand eachother and seem to always be on the same level. it's gotten to the point where you guys can communicate with looks. no words needed.

- overall, the relationship is very sweet. sunoo is such a caring and loving boyfriend. don't we all wish to have a sunoo? sigh.

masterlist. — requests are open!

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aiizenn · 1 year

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strawberry lollipop. gojo satoru.

ₓ˚. ୭ cw: none? fem!reader, college au, some bits of jock gojo.

will probably make this into a series, idk yet?

tsk “i knew it, you’re all talk and no action satoru.”

gojo smirks “alright, just say who.”

“her”

gojo turns towards the direction sukuna was looking. there you were, looking so bright — full of joy. you were handing out flyers to students on campus. he’d never seen someone show so much enthusiasm on something before.

“piece of cake” he says as he removes the lollipop from his mouth. “you do know i like challenges, right? you’re making this too easy. i’ll have her wrapped around my finger before you know it.”

“we’ll see about that. you have a few weeks, win her over only to break her heart in the end, until then you can live up to your reputation.”

suguru just sits next to his best friend shaking his head at the situation. “this is ridiculous, just leave her alone.”

“oh come on suguru, it’s only a bet. what’s the worst thing that can happen? fall in love with her? as if! just watch and learn.” gojo makes his way towards you, getting ready to win your heart and the bet.

“please take the flyer and consider signing up for the make it green event our campus is hosting. you can donate supplies to plant trees or participate by planting them with many others. you’ll be making a huge difference.” every word left your lips filled with excitement. by far you have done so well in handing out multiple flyers and getting participants for the event, nothing could ruin your mood.

“may i have one?”

“of course” you turn around and for a split second your smile drops. you take back what you were thinking just seconds ago, something... no, someone can ruin your mood. the white haired, 6 ft tall guy with a bright smile standing right in front of you. anything he does is trouble, and you know it. what is he up to now? your thoughts are interrupted by him clearing his throat, snapping back to reality you hand him a flyer.

“where can i sign up?” he looks up after reading the paper.

sign up? did you hear that right? gojo satoru actually wants to help? or is he looking for something to make himself look good? whatever his motive is doesn’t matter, the more the better.

“here, you can write your name under the options provided. you can choose one or all, it is up to you.”

“hmm, i’ll do all”

you were skeptical, but you let it go. “okay then, take this wristband and wear it on the day of the event. many will have different colors, each one indicates a different task. yours means that you’ll be helping out with almost everything.” as you glanced over to him you saw his face with an expression of disbelief for a brief second. “you can wear anything comfortable and of your liking, both food and drinks will be provided. this card has all the information, just in case if you have any questions.”

“cool…what will you be doing?” okay, now you’re starting to build up your walls even higher, what’s with him? why is he interested? you decide to tell him, maybe then he’ll leave.

“same as you” you said as you turned around to hand out more flyers. you swear you heard him mutter jackpot, it could just be the excruciating heat that’s affected you after many hours outside walking and talking. ‘just one more hour’ you thought, you were determined to see this through, you had your reasons to do this under the hot sun. just a little more to go.

“looks like you haven’t had lunch yet” says the annoyingly—good looking, tall, now next to you guy. not that he has to know. you turn to give him a smile that clearly and kindly says to leave. of course you haven’t had lunch, doing this on your own was nice but exhausting as well. leaving you with little to no time for yourself, again, just one more hour.

“here”, you turn to see him with his arm extended towards you with a lollipop on his hand—strawberry flavored. you look up to him with confusion. a soft yet playful smile plastered on his face.

“it’s an extra one i had” he says as he shrugs. now you are dumbfounded, everything he’s done within the last few minutes has made your brain go crazy. gojo satoru has not only shown “interest” in something that isn’t games, partying, or anything that walks with something in between their legs, but he was also…caring?

“you need some sugar, love. hours without eating can cause you to faint.” he says ever so sweetly as he takes your unoccupied hand and places the very delicious looking lollipop on it. looking down to your hand and up to him again, he has a toothy smile, a rare sight. he places one of his hands in his pocket while the other gets a sticker from the table. he walks away and turns around while walking backwards.

“see you in a few days” he semi-shouts given the distance. gives you a wink and walks away. you look down, getting the lollipop closer, you notice tiny letters in the bottom left corner of the wrapper. G.S, you scoff as you look up in disbelief. this isn’t going to be easy.

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thewriterallie · 10 months

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Moments with him

Content preview: 1.1k words, fem!reader x male!character, self insert, established relationship, some fluff, pet names, smut, light hair pulling, spanking, choking; creampie, idk, no beta read whe die like true heroes.

Minors DNI.

It’s the way he smiles, how his eyes scrunched, and his cheeks turn into a light pink shade while he looks at you with the most loving gaze, how his hands reach for you and his fingers leave this lingering sensation across your skin.

And he’s never been afraid of expressing how he feels, how happy he is when he’s with you, how all his concerns seem to have an easy solution and how he can see a happy future with you by his side, getting old together and he swears that in this life and in the next ones he will find you and love you the same way every day.

You trust him when he says and how much you meant to him in every small act he does for you, how he remembered the way you take your coffee and how toasted you like your bread, the way he listens and actively engage with you when talking about your favorite book and how he has devoted everything to you; the way he would kiss and thank the floor you’re standing on and how much he’s willing to do just to keep you safe and see you pleased.

You can feel his love and believe him in everything he said and all the little things he has done, and you specially believe him when he looks at you with the softest eyes and smiles with that same pink dust on his cheeks giving you a light peck on your lips and telling you how much of a good girl you’re for taking him while he holds one of your hands and put it over your head, shifting his weight over his knees and placing the other hand on your calf just to leave a small trail of kissed and lift that leg over his shoulder.

He keeps caressing your leg and his touches go up it to land on the inner side of your thigh, circling dangerously close to where you need him the most yet you don’t want to rush things and decide to let him have his way with your body, his hands still go up and rest on the softness of your breasts so he can pinch lightly the bud and twist it with his fingers until it’s erect and proceeds to do the same with the other one.

He shifts lightly and come closer to kiss your neck and nipples and the new position allows him to get deeper and hit the sweet spot that got you mewling and arching your back to get more of him, “what you need, love?” he whispers and kiss you under your ear, lowering your leg yet maintaining the extremely slow pace with his hips.

With the hand that isn’t holding his you touch his chiseled chest and expect him to understand yet he only gives you the same smile that he uses when both of you try a new cake flavor on the coffee down the street, “Please, I need you, I need you to go faster” you say when his lips touch your clavicle and your head goes dizzy because the slow pace is not enough and you feel on fire, every part of you is longing his touch.

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it, please, please, I’ll be good”, you manage to say to proceed kissing and biting his neck while moving your hips up to match with his; “fuck, baby” he hisses, “you’re going to drive me crazy” he says and rest his forehead on yours.

Unfortunately, for you up to a certain point, he looks like he’s having fun with this and doesn’t seem like he’s planning to change the rhythm, but he decides to spoil you a little bit and let go of your hand to put one on your hip and the other one, finally, reaches your clit and massages it slowly in circular motion. “Please, please, baby” you say while reaching up to him and kiss his neck, touching the side of his abdomen and supporting yourself with the other hand, “what you want pretty? What does my pretty girl want?”, he asks with hooded eyes and moves the hand that was on your hip to your neck and hold your chin “am I not giving you what you want? Use your words pretty girl, I don’t know what I can do if you don’t talk to me” he pants because unconsciously he’s been thrusting a little bit faster each second that passes.

He shifts again and starts moving harder and faster, causing you to hug him with your legs around his waist and he holds your thigh and caress it just to give you a little spank on your ass as a test and when you lock eyes and nod your head he keeps landing them, not to hard but enough to have you constantly clenching around him and apparently that’s quite enough to break little by little the composure he has because his thrust start getting rougher and his kisses grow impatient.

“Fuck, you feel…” you try to talk but the knot in your abdomen gets tighter and you throw your head back, “I know, baby” he says and reach back so he can put both your legs on his shoulders just to come closer again and kiss your calves and neck.

And in this new folded position everything feels enhanced, overwhelmed, and you’re closer to your climax, “please pretty, cum with me” he pleads while reaching for your clit and when he feels your walls clenching and your moans are getting louder, his pace turns erratic, his hand circling faster your bud trying to get you there and his other hand reached your neck so he can kiss you, and in the middle of it he feels your orgasm when your nails scratch his back harder in the night and he keeps fucking you through your state, prolongating your pleasure and when you pull lightly his hair due to the overstimulation and you moan “cum inside me, please, fill me up” so softly and then kiss under his ear he can’t help but whimper and in two, three thrusts he spills his hot seed inside you.

He keeps moving slowly, extending both of your climaxes and when he’s finally done, he pulls back but doesn’t pull out immediately, just puts your legs around his waist and goes back to you, caging you with his broad body, “you were great” you said while caressing his back and combing his hair, “yeah, so do you” he smiles, “let me get some water” he says while resting on his elbows and brushes the damp hair out of your face; “let’s just stay like this for a little bit more” you ask. and he complies while giving you the same smile he gives you when you’re watching the sunset together, knowing you’ll have more days to come to share.

Notes: My first decent fanfic that made it's way online because it's better to try something that never have tried it at all. English is not my first language. I also don't know how to do those separations and cool stuff but i'll, maybe, learn.

This was originally posted on my side blog but I decided to create another account.

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